Most horrendous thing ever written. Ah to call this romance is an utter absurdity. Each and every character, so exquisitely horrible. Reading each chapter felt like being trapped in a dystopian purgatory where only two destinations that exist are wuthering heights and thrushcross grange. The only likable character was Edgar Linton, everyone else just seemed to have caught some disease like some epidemic and lost their minds.
Catherine, Heathcliff oh so diabolically evil, and Isabella and Cathy oh so stupid, and Linton oh my god the child could have died right after his mother's death for all i would have cared, such despicable character. And worst of all Ellen, she is just absolutely devastating at her job, being in charge of her ward.
If anything this drives you away from even the thought of love. Just pure horror.